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THE WHITE...I grew up in the Bronx surrounded by all these people who were considered disgusting. Really dirty. One of them is Lenon, a gentleman closer to death than life. Unusually, I sympathize with him more than any younger person.- Ten blows and you beat me - said Lenon.I watch the board between us, calculating the moves I need to make to checkmate while trying to anticipate his moves.Yes I see that. But how fun would that be? I take my pawn in E2.- No - he growls.And he gives me the same look I've seen since I was a kid, when he was acting up around the neighborhood. But I can't resist. Unable to hold back my smile, I ignore it and go to E4. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, exasperated by the lack of control and strategy he's failed to teach me all those long afternoons.I like to be meticulous and certain when I do something, but sometimes that makes me predictable. And more dangerous than impulse is foresight.Loud music echoes outside the workshop. I can see ever

- I heard, but I don't owe you an explanation.His audacity makes me raise my eyebrows and, again, almost smile. This woman intrigues me on all our dates. Sometimes too predictable. Other times, a devil."Angelique," I growl, as Lenon did to me.- You shouldn't be here either.His eyes scan the room, then back to my costume. No, I'm not going to the Bronx anymore. This shell I put on to infiltrate American politics is different from the me who grew up in this hole.- I have my reasons.- And I have mine!She turns around and starts walking away from me, not even knowing where she's going. Angelic just refuses to stay here and agree to babysit.And just like with Lenon, warmth courses through my arms, stomach, groin and thighs as I wait to see if she will do what I want her to do. I hope she proves to me that she doesn't need to be protected. I close my eyes for a second, finally feeling something. Just a pinch, but it's better than nothing.She walks until she is stopped by a guy. He'

ANGELIC...When I wake up in the morning, my head is exploding. Last night slowly seeps into my memory, and I wait for regret to come, but it doesn't. Until I opened my eyes, it was like everything was just a dream. A good dream.Skyla didn't give me much information about why she was dating the Bronx. Not that it's wrong, but it's not the kind of place an oil heiress visits. However, I didn't hate it. Maybe he even liked modified cars, people who don't care what other people think, and the smell of the streets. Maybe.Reluctantly, I open my eyes. All the blinds are drawn, so the room is delightfully dark. I get up and don't even bother to put on the bathrobe over the nightgown. I tend to be very formal and obedient, but the past few days have shown me that my behavior won't change our future. The failure is almost definitive for the Donneli family.I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and comb my hair. My face is healthy red, and I can only say it's been since last night. Adrenaline.

Elliot wasn't the best dad in the world, and he didn't try to be. During his lifetime, my mother forced him to fulfill his role as a father. I don't know if he was good or if my mind forced me to believe he was, because it's more comforting that way. The fact is that it all ended with his death.I know Elliot suffered a lot and couldn't give much for me at that time. But then Margot came along and she helped him grieve in a way that I had never done. I think we got used to the distance. He stopped being a father and I accepted him, because it was too late for us to change. However, that never meant that I stopped loving her and wishing her well. I want him to take care of his health.- Good."I think we're done here," says Bruce. My dad greets like a puppy, like he's not just the most important person in the world. In fact, that's how most people behave around Bruce, as if they were much smaller than him."I'll walk you to the door," Elliot whispers.Bruce stares at me again and I und

- Hello, my children - said the priest, making me open my eyes and realizing that he is already standing behind the pulpit.I look aside, to confirm the suspicion that Mr. Campbell is there. He stares straight ahead, but his green eyes never seem to focus on one spot. I also look at the priest, pretending that the man next to me doesn't exist.Now the visit of all the young people and nuns is explained. They brush past him, smile as if they're only being polite, then make their way to the first pews, just for the chance to sway their hips in their robes in his line of sight.But Bruce doesn't seem to be interested in them. Her face is turned towards the image of the Virgin Mary on the altar, and I could tell her spirit is praying.- Let's start with the choir - Father Abeille calls, then the children go up to the altar and get organized to start singing, all in white cassocks with gold ornaments.- Family atmosphere, right? - I ask, because being next to him in silence is torture.- I